It's Not A Miraculous Dream

Their Argument That Made Them One

It's been two months since the permanent Marriage, which gave Damian more worries, but still time to think. His Family hasn't returned any of his calls, but the League hasn't come to Paris to retrieve the newly-weds, either. Damian has thought of going to Gotham himself, but couldn't help but worry for his betrothed and her side of the Family, which were still new to the Male. As for the much closer situation at hand, Damian had been trying to figure out his feelings for his betrothed. However - for some God-for-saken reason - Damian has felt unable to tell her these things. He thought he trusted her fairly well, but there was just something else about the situation, preventing him from speaking. Was it the fear of rejection? Maybe, but the two were already married, so what did he have to fear? Granted - they were forcably wed - but Damian knew the Lazarus Pit's tricks fairly well, meaning they were forever bound as one United Soul; There was no way to fear rejection, since neither could leave each other's side, anyway. Was it the way she made him feel? It's mostly such, judging by how fast his emotions would shift, all thanks to her. No matter what Damian tried - from the small kisses they rarely shared to actually trying to stay closer by her side - he could never figure out a specific way of telling her his Lovestruck feelings. That had to change, however; Damian had to find a way of telling her. Maybe the mid-January surprise helped with that...?

Damian sat on the soft bed, glancing over to the cat divider pillow the newly-weds have constantly slept with for the past two months now. The plastered on smile seemed to helplessly mock the teen, whom just can't seem to get a grip on the situation. His patience was running thin like the thin strings of the Fairy Lights glistening around the room, which didn't seem help his sour mood, either. Damian heavily sighed, laying his back against the wall behind him. 'It always has to be so difficult just to tell her one simple "I want you as mine"...' Damian smacked the back of his head on the wall, barely able to feel the minor attack. 'Thankfully, her and the Kwamis are downstairs doing whatever...' Damian coolly thought, though that just agitated Damian more. 'I know saying "I want you as mine" is stupid, but I can't think of a better option to tell her how I may feel!' 'I don't even know if I'm feeling is what I think I'm supposed to be feeling!' Damian roughly thought, feeling his tongue dangerously twitch in his rough mouth. Suddenly, a small buzzing sound erupted from the side, causing the teen to look over. There - on the nightstand - laid his phone, showing a familiar Caller ID. Quickly grabbing it, Damian saw the picture of his and his father's faces on the screen, instantly tapping to answer. "He-" "Father, why the Hell hasn't anyone answered my calls for two months?! I've tried everything just to reach you without leaving! Do you know how hard that is?" Damian dangerously spoke, only to hear a small chuckle on the other end. For once, that sound seemed to reassure the stressed teen, though only by a hair, for the moment. "Damian, I'm sorry. We had to keep Talia's League at bay before trying to contact you again." Bruce reassuringly spoke, seemingly voicing the smile on his masculine features. Damian hotly scoffed, laying his back against the wall again. "Is that why they haven't come here to take us away yet?" Damian agitatedly asked, though he felt relieved to hear some positive news in his unexpected situation. Bruce hummed through the phone, sounding crisp and clear through the modern device. "Yes, that is. It did take a lot of effort on our part, though." Bruce coolly mentioned, hearing Damian's usual scoff as clear as a bell past the cool weather that passed outdoors. "I don't doubt it. Where else do you think I get my stubborn attitude from?" Damian casually replied, hearing his father's chuckle once more. Damian smirked to the sound, having missed the rare audio from his father. Soon enough, the chuckle subsided, lasting by a wistful sigh through the line. "I'm well aware, now. Although - since I'm able to call you, finally - I was wondering how you and Marinette were doing? It has been two months since we last spoke." Damian froze, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering about again. His heart started to race, his mind going back to their shared memories. A long moment of silence fell in between the line, though the other individual was more confused by the sudden silence. 'Okay...?' 'Was it something I said...?' Bruce quizzically thought, barely able to hear heavy breathing through the connection. Bruce took a deep breath, almost wanting to end the call from the slowly awkward silence. "Damian? Are you okay?" Bruce cautiously asked, snapping the boy out of his thoughts. Damian coughed, trying to stop the butterflies from fluttering in his dry throat. "Yes, we're alright. Though, I did want to talk to you about something..." Damian slowly began, his heart pounding hard in his chest. "What is it? You two didn't have a fight, did you?" Bruce quizzically asked, only to hear a jumpy sigh through the phone. "No, we didn't have a fight. However, I've been having these weird experiences since I came here with her, but I don't know how to tell her..." Damian lightly pressed, only to hear silence through the phone from the opposite end, unlike before. 'As expected...' Damian quietly noted, taking a deep breath. "What kind of experiences...?" Bruce cautiously spoke, seemingly playing different scenerios in his head. Damian sternly rolled his eyes, sighing through his nose as a puff of steam rolled out. "If you're thinking of your 'former experiences', then keep it to yourself." Damian coolly remarked, hearing a stifled choke. Damian held back a snicker to his minor victory, only to remain quiet before his Father could hear anything more. "N-no, that's not what I meant. If you're not fighting, then what is going on?" Bruce steadily asked, not trying to interrogate his son too much, knowing how combative the boy could be.